“He was a vampire. I was eleven, he was sixteen.” His voice had gone glacial, his eyes black ice. I shivered, knowing the cold fury vibrating off him was about Dennis. “He fed from you,” I guessed. Another stiff nod. “Frequently. Brutally. In the middle of the night when I was sound asleep. It’s rather horrifying to wake up in the dark with someone eighty pounds heavier and a hundred times stronger than you, holding you down and drinking your blood with vicious, agonizing bites.” He tapped his index finger on the table again, glancing around the room. “It’s also rather odd for an
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